To: Mr Sheldon
Title : The student of Life/ Chapters of you.
To : Mr Sheldon,
portraiture is something i know at least a bit better about because of the fact that in theatre, our headshots are very important.
These pictures consist of a lot of different purposes…some being commercial, some being personal, some for profession sake.
So I guess depending on the purpose, the photographer will have to focus on what the emphasis should be. To me, Portraiture rings one word in my head and that is “Detail”.
I feel that Portraits have a very personal and intimate connection to its auiences.From the details on the face to what the shot is capturing on a more spiritual level. for eg, the shot showing the persons personality or feelings to help the viewer to have a stronger, more persona; connection to the subject.
Selfie in the sun :)
It’s funny isnt it
How people are judged
Simply by the clothes they wear,
Or the way they speak.
Defined from the actions they make,
Based on a moment…or a few…
Girls are boys if they are in suits…
And boys are girls if they like pink…
We don’t make friends with people
We make friends with their clothes…
with the way they choose to behave in front of us.
A quiet person is shy.
A loud person is rude.
Simple clothing is boring.
Good fashion is arrogance.
People who swear are devils.
People who pray are saints.
We were fed with labels and definations and criterias…
We no longer find them on our own.
We look at a person and say
“She sure is nice”
“She sure is arrogant”
Like we’ve lived an entire lifetime with them.
But the truth is …
Life is never that simple
Humans are designed for survival.
And humans change
According to situations and circumstances and growth…
We are different people at different times…
And we are all kinds of people put together on the inside…
And yet we go around with labels for others…
Its funny isnt it…
How you think I am nice
And I have the sweetest smile
Just cos you’ve never seen my madness…
Just cos I dun carry a knife does not mean I won’t cut your tongue out if I have to…
And just cos I dislike you does not mean I won’t cry when you’re gone
See I’m capable of murder
Yet I’m capable of kindness
And so are you
We can never be defined
There can never be a label or a fixed idea or a conclusion…
We are nothing but the metamorphosis of time…